Harry Potter and the Raiding of Panties

Harry’s heart was racing as he entered Ginny’s room. His breathing was deep and shallow and he got that lightheaded feeling that he always got when he took off on his firebolt. Only instead of the wind in his face, it was Ginny’s soft perfume. She and her mother were out buying groceries while Ron and his brothers were out weeding the gardens and such, leaving Harry free to explore the burrow. Her room was far messier than Harry had expected, only a few splotches of pink and a mirror differentiated her room from Ron’s.

Harry quickly found what he was looking for; a pair of crumpled panties on the ground. They were pink, cotton and adorned with tiny golden snitches. Snitches near her snatch. Harry didn’t waste any time in kneeling down and picking up her knickers and peeling them apart. His nose sought out her scent on the fabric. He found it; a sweet smell that lingered along the bottom of her knickers. His cock was hard before he pulled it out of his pants. He wrapped her panties around his length and started stroking.

The cotton bunched and rubbed against his cockhead making him moan as he thrust into where Ginny’s pussy had been. He wondered what Molly would do if she found Harry jerking into her daughter’s panties. He moaned, imagining Ginny wearing the undergarments afterwards and feeling his warm spunk covering them. She’d press her fingers against the wetness and find his cum—she’d sniff it and maybe even taste it. Would she be disgusted? Would she be excited and rub herself, pushing his cum into her ready cunt?

The fabric darkened, getting wet with Harry’s precum. His stroking grew quicker as he felt his balls start to tighten. He could smell Ginny’s scent all over the room. He realized that this was where she slept, where she got dressed. Where she masturbated. She’d probably rubbed herself raw in the panties wrapped around his cock. She’ll probably rub herself again in these panties, filled with Harry’s cum. He gasped as his orgasm neared. Then someone gasped in the doorway. Harry spun around and saw Ginny, covering her gaping mouth. His cock twitched.

“Um,” Ginny flushed, turning redder than her hair. Harry suddenly wished that the ground would open up beneath him—at the very least he wanted his erection to stop twitching! “It’s lunchtime, Harry,” Ginny suddenly found something interesting on the ground. “Don’t take too long.” Harry gulped as she vanished from the doorway. He really couldn’t go out with his raging hardon, could he? Taking a deep breath, Harry closed his eyes and started to fantasize. Cho was kneeling in front of him, tiny tits proudly presented atop her slender body and with eager eyes and open mouth, waiting for him to enter her. Parvati and Padma had already beaten her to the punch, eagerly devouring his cock and passionately kissing each other intermittently. Their lips met over his shaft and they vigorously traveled up and down his length, spreading saliva and cum. Angelina stood nearby, her quidditch jersey pulled up to reveal her magnificent rear that she was graciously bouncing for Harry, revealing her pink slit and chocolate hole. On the bed Hermione was sitting splay legged, with her white panties clearly visible under her skirt. Her mouth was open, mouthing silent words as her hands rubbed against her panties. Her shirt was unbuttoned, giving a clear view of her bra, and the breasts that strained to spill out of them with every breath.

But then she leaned over and kissed another girl. Harry gasped as he watched his best friend slide her fingers into another girl’s panties, making the skinnier girl squirm. He groaned as Hermione played with the stiff nipples that strained against her shirt. Then she moved away, allowing a certain redhead to watch Harry with half-closed eyes, mouth widening as she orgasmed.

Harry inhaled sharply as he came, coating the insides of Ginny’s panties with spunk, shooting off until cum oozed out the other side. Gasping for air, Harry left the used undergarments on the ground as he stood, racing to get his pants on and get to the kitchen for lunch.

“Hey, Harry,” Ron murmured as Harry sat down. Harry nodded as he looked around. Fred and George were whispering on their side of the table—Harry couldn’t hear them, but it couldn’t have been anything good. Molly was finishing something off on the stove.

“Say, uh, where’s Ginny?” Harry murmured, idly stabbing his plate with his fork.

“Dunno,” Fred answered.

“Ran off right before you got here,” George added.

“Red as a beet.”

“Oh,” Harry tried not to feel his cheeks burning. “Wonder why.”

“She’s bullocks that’s why,” Ron said. “Been that way all summer.”

“Ah, there you are!” Molly exclaimed as Ginny came into the kitchen. “Hurry up, Ginny, the boys’re starving!”

“Sorry, mum!” the youngest Weasley answered, fetching the food from the stove and putting it on the table. Harry swallowed as she neared him. He noticed that her skirt was rather short today, showing off her legs. As she set down a plate of sausages in front of Harry, she accidentally knocked his plate off of the table.

“Sorry, Harry!” she bent over to pick up his plate. Harry felt his cock rising again as her skirt rode up. He felt his heart skip a beat as he saw the panties she swore; pink with golden snitches, with white cum oozing out the sides…